Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

He looked up at Leon who was holding him up.

Marvel at: “How did you do that?”

Leon smiled but didn’t answer: “Finally calmed down? To be honest, your scream just now was at least three decibels louder than when my brother screamed for help.”

"It was an accident, an accident. I don't usually behave like this..." Director Bud realized his own gaffe and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead in embarrassment.

He looked down and saw scattered zombies wandering on the dark street.

There were also a dozen guys with eroded chins and arms, blocking the door of the police station and banging on it.

"What should we do now? Uh... Mr. Savior?" Bud asked tentatively.

Leon smiled: "Just call me Leon, the next step is to go into the police station."

He began to lose altitude, exhaling freezing breath as he approached the ground.

Layers of frost began to spread rapidly across the streets.

All the standing and lying zombies turned into ice sculptures one after another.

The ice layer covered the buildings within a 300-meter radius around the police station.

The entire area was turned into a kingdom of ice.

But the magic is.

These layers of ice simply cover the surface of objects.

It does not affect its internal structure.

One or two sturdy dim street lamps can still glow and emit heat even under the ice, casting strange colors through the solid ice.

"Wow! It's like the God of Ice has swung down his scepter!" The frozen street scene reflected in Director Bud's eyes was so dreamy.

"This analogy is not quite appropriate." Leon put Bud on the ground, "After all, I only have you in my hand."

Director Bard felt Leon's friendly attitude towards him and laughed: "It's my honor to be your scepter!"

Leon shook his head and walked towards the police station first.

Bud followed closely, turning his head from time to time to observe the frozen zombies or street lights closely.

He found that the zombies in the ice were not dead, but their bodies were gradually losing activity due to lack of oxygen.

I think it won’t be long before the zombies in this block die silently.

"How amazing!" he sighed and chased after Leon again.

Jarvis was at the end, moving forward with a clanging sound.

After bypassing the cars blocking the street, the two arrived in front of the police station.

There was a closed iron gate that prevented the zombies from invading the police station.

More than a dozen zombies were stuck here and frozen into a whole iceberg.

Leon bent his knuckles and knocked, and immediately the iceberg and the zombies inside shattered to the ground.

Standing in front of the frozen iron door, Leon looked through the gap at the police station behind the door.

Then he asked Jarvis to turn on the armor's built-in sound system.

"Is there anyone inside? The zombies on the street have been dealt with. Please open the door and let us in!"

The staccato sound spread throughout the neighborhood, and the four people in the police station must have been woken up even though they were wearing earplugs while sleeping.

Besides, they didn't sleep, but rested in the hall.

Leon saw through X-ray vision that the police inside quickly took action.

The broadcast of the Raccoon City Police Department accepting refugees is still played on some car radios.

As long as they don't break in directly, there will be no conflict with the police.

After a few minutes, the front door of the police station building opened.

A tall, thin black policeman came out.

He put his right hand on the butt of the gun at his waist and held the flashlight in his left hand. He looked around first, then trotted to the iron gate.

Behind him, two more people came out. They were both police officers in uniform. They stared in amazement at the frost all over the street.

"Wait a minute! I'll open the door and let you in!"

The black policeman glanced at the bodies of Leon and the other man, and after finding no obvious wounds and no guns, he immediately prepared to open the door.

He looked around and said, "Oh my God, what happened here? Why is everything suddenly frozen? It's September now!"

As he spoke he pulled the bolt.

However, the door bolt was also frozen, and he tried his best to push or pull it but couldn't get it to move.

"No, this thing is stuck inside, I have to find a flamethrower." The black policeman frowned.

He looked around again and said, "Luckily the zombies are all frozen and unable to move. Don't make any noise here. I'll be back soon!"

"No need, officer." Leon called out to the black policeman before he turned around.

He grabbed Bud's collar with his right hand, leaped over the iron gate and landed next to the black man.

"Sometimes the most primitive way is the simplest." He raised an eyebrow at the black man.

The black policeman took a step back and praised: "Is this Kung Fu? It's an amazing skill!"

"And thank you for saving me the time of having to go out and look for the flamethrower."

He pointed at the other two policemen and said, "Come with me. Let's go inside first. It's suddenly freezing outside. Maybe I can find you some coats in the police station."

"No need for clothes. I can handle this temperature."

"But I have a friend who has to go in with me."

Leon snapped his fingers, "Jarvis, come in."

The sound of thrusters immediately rang out outside the police station wall, and the steel armor spewed flames into the yard.

"Fuck!" The black policeman subconsciously pulled out his gun, "What the hell is this!?"

"We can go in and talk slowly later." Leon gave a mysterious smile.

He walked into the police station first and glanced back before entering.

In a building a few dozen meters away, he saw a shadow of a red skirt flash by a window.

……

A few minutes later, in the lobby of the police station.

"So, he is the savior, you are the director of the virus center, this is a mecha, the ice outside is caused by his breath, and Umbrella Corporation is the culprit of this crisis?"

After a few minutes of conversation, the black policeman made a summary.

During the conversation, Lyon's statement and Bud's guarantee were intertwined.

The three policemen were skeptical at first.

It wasn't until Leon froze a table with his freezing breath that their attitude finally changed.

Now the two sides have reached a preliminary level of trust.

"Okay, we believe it for now." The three looked at each other, and the black man stood up and said.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Marvin Branagh."

The black policeman pointed at the other middle-aged white policeman and the fat policeman: "He is Elliot Edwards, and the last one is the fat man. We all call him Lao Mi."

"Are there only three of you? There's no one else in the police station?" Chief Bud asked.

He is still wearing a white coat, looking very authoritative.

Marvin immediately pointed to the medical partition at the back: "We still have one person, but his condition is not right, Mr. Bud, I'm afraid you have to go and take a look."

Bud didn't say anything, but looked at Leon first.

After Leon nodded, he agreed: “No problem for me, take me to see it.”

The three policemen looked at each other again, and they could all see that Leon was the dominant figure in this group.

This made them believe the two's previous statements even more.